Gottham River, a black river.
Before Gottham became a commercial city, it was a typical industrial city. Years of pollution changed the color of the river that spanned across the two ends of the city. Today, no matter how much money people spent to clean it up, it would not be able to return to its original state.
This was the case for many things in the world. It was easy to go from clear to turbid, but difficult to go from turbid to clear. It was easy to go from white to black, but to go from black to white … it required a high price.
Gurgle gurgle gurgle …
The sound of propellers spinning under the water was accompanied by bubbles as they floated up to the surface of the river.
In this dark night, no one would notice what was happening in this wide, turbid river.
At this moment, a 'bat-powered submarine' … if you wanted to call it that … was slowly moving on the riverbed.
And the person driving it was naturally Batman.
About an hour ago, after Wayne disguised himself as a taxi driver and ambushed Feng Bujue, he entered an underground tunnel not far from Pioneer Bridge.
This kind of 'tunnel' that covered the entire city was something he had spent many years developing. (The slow development was not due to technical reasons, but simply because he had to find a way to avoid places that might become subway lines in the next few years.) The entrances were located in every corner of Gottham, and Wayne had to scan his own iris to open them.
There were simple tracks and small maglev cabins in the tunnel, which could help Wayne travel quickly in the city. Other than that, there were some 'bat-powered equipment' hidden in certain places in the tunnel in case of an emergency.
Of course, the spare "equipment" didn't include the "submarine".
Therefore, Wayne still had to return to his Batcave, activate the submarine, and follow the tributary of the river into the Gottham River, heading to the place where his fake taxi sunk.
This process undoubtedly took him a lot of time.
If he could successfully find 'Jack's' body in the wreckage after the explosion, then the time spent would have been worth it. But …
"This kid … actually escaped?" Looking at the image on the scanner, Wayne was surprised and then fell into deep thought. "How did he do it … From Arkham's surveillance video, he didn't show any other special abilities except for his slightly stronger physical fitness … Could it be that his strange companion rescued him?" He quickly denied this speculation. "No … No way. To do that, he would have to have his accomplice wear a full set of diving equipment and wait at the bottom of the water. Then, he would have to get him out of the car within one second after the car entered the water … Unless he knew the exact point of the crash beforehand, and there can't be a one-meter error. Only then would he be able to make such an arrangement. However, the exact point of the crash … Even I, as the driver, have no idea …"
"Reasoning" is like walking in a labyrinth, of which the "truth" is the exit; and in this labyrinth, when you come to a dead end, you often have to step back, and find another way to go on. Don't waste your time in that dead end; it's a trifle to lose your time, but it's a disaster to be trapped there forever.
"Then … Did he break the car window at the last moment and escape from the car?" Wayne was obviously a veteran in mazes of inference. He immediately retreated from the dead end and found another way. "My timing of the explosion was undoubtedly perfect. If I had done it earlier, the sound of the explosion wouldn't have been covered by the river. If I had done it later, he would have had more time to react and act. In these few seconds, the influx of water would have seriously hindered his movements. Even if he had broken the car window, he wouldn't have been able to escape the car in time … At the moment the car exploded, he could only have stuck half of his body out …"
Thinking of this, Wayne's gaze moved away from the scanning device. He immediately turned the direction of the submarine dozens of degrees and aimed at the downstream of the river.
"In that case … Maybe the shock wave of the explosion pushed his body out. I should look downstream. Maybe I can find him …" Wayne thought as he began to accelerate the submarine.
"Wait!" But in that second, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
The inspiration was like a warm current, pouring a series of thoughts into his mind.
The gesture Feng Bujue made to the surveillance camera, and every word he said before he fell into the water … They all reappeared in front of Wayne's eyes.
"He wanted to invite me into the game from the beginning … He also knew that I would definitely fall into the trap." Wayne couldn't help but mutter to himself. At this moment, he had to say these words to help himself concentrate more. "When he got into my car, he had already seen through my identity … He could have pretended not to know. Without talking to me, he suddenly attacked me from behind, or … he could have just jumped out of the car and run away." He paused for half a second and said, "Even at the last moment, he still had a chance to escape … He even deliberately pointed out that there was a button behind my steering wheel, which means that he had already anticipated the danger that was coming."
Thinking of this, under Wayne's mask, cold sweat soaked his resolute and handsome face.
"Now that I think about it … this' Jack 'is one step ahead of me in every aspect, but he didn't make use of that' one step 'advantage … Why?" Wayne felt fear. In' this world ', he had never been so afraid before.
"Time!" Perhaps fear had stimulated his brain, Wayne's mind became sharper. Two seconds later, he found the correct answer. "He was' hiding his ability 'from the beginning! Before I drove the car into the river, he had already guessed what I was going to do … Or at least, he had already considered this possibility, but he didn't care … Because he was prepared to face every possibility.
"Not only does he have some kind of special ability that I still don't know … but … he is very strong.
"If he wanted to kill me, I would have been dead a long time ago, but for some reason … He wanted me to live, and at the same time, he didn't want me to hinder his actions, so he jumped into my trap … to buy himself … 'time'!"
After Wayne's question was answered, he quickly operated the panel before him and had his communicator start to receive the police's communication signal.
In less than thirty seconds, he received the news of the incident at the twin towers from the police's communication frequency.
"Damn it!" Wayne could no longer keep his cool. He cursed, stood up, and ran to the back of the submarine.
Due to Arkham's prison break that afternoon, more than half of the city's police force was still stationed in the countryside, and this half was the elite force that dealt with serious cases. Currently, the police in Gotham City could only maintain basic law and order, but to expect them to save the mayor … was no different from a fool's dream.
Therefore, the only person that the mayor and the rest could count on … was Batman.
"Prepare to activate the 'three-point shot' program." Wayne, who walked into the back of the submarine, fixed himself firmly on a horizontal seat with practiced movements and used voice to give an order to the computer.
"Sir, based on the results of the previous test, the safety of this program …" The computer did not immediately execute his order, but tried to inform him of the risks of this action.
Wayne did not let the computer finish its sentence and directly interrupted, "Activate the program, the target is at the 'twin towers' in the city center, quick!"
"Yes, sir."
"'Three-point shot' program activated, calibrating the target —"
Accompanied by the emotionless voice of the computer, a layer of translucent light film projected out from under the metal panel and wrapped around the seat that Wayne was lying on, turning it into a rugby ball-shaped device.
"Calculating the probability of obstacles appearing, adjusting the best parabola —"
"Entering projection process in five seconds, five, four, three, two, one …"
When the countdown ended, the ultra-long distance 'three-point shot' shot out from a tube above the submarine, broke through the water of the Gotham River, and flew diagonally into the sky …
…
At the same time, in the banquet hall on the top floor of the twin towers.
"Gentlemen, I know your minds are in a mess right now, let me help you clear your thoughts." Feng Bujue spoke as he approached them. "If any of you shoot at me, there is a very high probability that the five of us will die together, and if I shoot at you …"
Bang!
With that said, he actually fired a shot.
However, this shot was not aimed at anyone. He only shattered the glass of the building behind the mayor.
Before the shock brought by the gunshot faded, a gust of "wind from the tall building" blew in from the big hole in the glass. The four people close to the gap almost instinctively knelt on the ground and lowered their center of gravity … They were afraid that they would be blown out of the building by the wind.
"Haha … It might not bring a worse result, right?" Looking at the reaction of the people in front of him, Feng Bujue opened his arms, welcomed the cold wind in front of him, and laughed wantonly.
"You're crazy!" Dent used his hand to cover his messy hair and shouted in the wind, "What do you want?"
"I just want to … ask you, and the mayor … a question …" At this time, Feng Bujue was no longer close to the other party because he knew that if he continued to approach, the two bodyguards had a certain degree of confidence that they could directly shoot his head without triggering the bomb. "As long as you answer me truthfully … you don't need to ask me to leave, I'll leave on my own."
After that, Brother Jue swung his arm, put the gun on his shoulder, and then like a drunkard, staggered to a table next to him. He picked up a glass of champagne on the table and drank it in one gulp.
His actions seemed crazy, but in fact, every step he took had a deeper meaning. The gun on his shoulder, the unpredictable movements, the exaggerated manner in which he drank the champagne … These were all measures to prevent others from aiming at his head. Coupled with the interference of the wind … even though the other guests in the banquet hall had left at this moment, the two bodyguards still couldn't shoot this crazy man who had explosives strapped to his body.
"What do you want to know?" Two seconds later, Mayor Kopotter also spoke. Of course, he was also shouting at the top of his lungs.
"It's very simple …" Feng Bujue looked sideways at the two men and replied, "Please … clearly … tell me your full names."
This request was a little strange, but in the eyes of the four people in front of the window, it didn't matter whether the request made by a crazy man was logical or not. Since he was now in control of the situation, for a request like this … they just had to satisfy him.
"I'm Oswald Chesterfield Kopotter." Mayor Kopotter waited for a second and said his name.
"I'm Harvey" Apollo "Dent …" Dent followed closely behind.
"Mission progress updated."
After they said their names, the system audio rang in Feng Bujue's ears.
At this point, his hidden mission progress had reached 9/10. The nine 'supervillains' that he already knew were:
Harley Quinn, now a psychiatrist, is married to Bruce Wayne.
Killer Crocodile — Imprisoned in a secret room in the sewers, dead.
Mr. Freeze — Now a normal researcher.
Poison Ivy — Now a normal university student.
Scarecrow — Now a psychology professor at Gotham University.
Riddler — Now a bartender with a brain disease.
Zas — Now a parolee with a permanent disability.
Penguin — Now the mayor of Gotham University.
Two-Face — Now a district attorney of Gotham City.
He only needed to find the whereabouts of one more supervillain, and Feng Bujue would be able to complete the hidden mission. Then, he would be able to uncover the truth that was hidden under the surface of this' world without supervillains'.
Bang bang bang bang …
Just as Brother Bujue got the response that he wanted, the glass at the other end of the ballroom shattered.
But this glass was not shattered by a gun, it was shattered from the outside by a rugby ball-shaped capsule.
Bang!
The capsule that broke through the window did not stop sliding. A burst of gas announced that it had been opened.
Then, from a cloud of white smoke, a black shadow with a cape slowly appeared …
"Do you know what annoys me the most?" The voice that sounded like terminal throat cancer arrived as expected. "You can be three steps ahead of me, but you always wait until I am one step behind you before you leave …"
"Ha!" Feng Bujue looked at the newcomer and tossed away the gun with a smile. He quickly removed the fake explosives from his shirt and tossed them to the ground. "You think you are only three steps behind me?"
Wayne ignored his provocation and continued, "I can feel that … you enjoy this process very much. Whether you win or lose … is not important to you."
"But … it is important to you," Feng Bujue continued.
"Sigh …" Wayne sighed. He looked at the two bodyguards of the mayor and raised his voice slightly. "Why don't you shoot?"
The two bodyguards were stunned by his question.
Wayne's question had hit the nail on the head. Technically speaking, Feng Bujue had already tossed the 'bomb', and he was facing away from them. They could have aimed at his back, and at that distance, even if they did not have a hundred percent accuracy, they should have at least an eighty percent chance of hitting his torso.
"He has been disarmed. We should arrest him according to the procedure!" A few seconds later, Dent was the first to react. He gave such an answer with a straight face.
"Humph …" Wayne snorted and said to Brother Bujue, "I think … you should understand, right? Why … I want to win, why … I have to win. "
"I understand," Feng Bujue said, "but I don't agree."
"Oh?" Wayne was puzzled. "Are you saying that I'm wrong?"
"Of course you're wrong," Brother Bujue replied.
"Ridiculous." Wayne commented in a cold tone. He was obviously not swayed by Brother Bujue's denial.
"I don't expect you to understand immediately." Feng Bujue said, "But I'll leave you with these words. If a person's principles transcend everything, then it's an extreme selfishness."
"Oh?" Wayne heard something from the other party's words. "It sounds like you think you can still leave this place?"
"I've already achieved my goal. Why should I stay here?" Feng Bujue spread out his hands and replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Goal?" Wayne's gaze moved again. He looked at Burnett and Dent. "What did he do?"
"He …" Burnett hesitated for a second. "He only asked for our names."
"Name, huh …" Wayne said as he took a step forward. At that moment, he was fully prepared. Under the cape, there were more than ten equipment that could help him subdue the man before him. Even without the equipment, he was one of the best fighting masters in the world. In a one on one fight, at least in terms of technique, he would not be at a disadvantage. "Speaking of which … I seem to have forgotten something very important …" He walked directly toward Brother Jue. "Jack is not your real name, right?" He paused. "… What is your name?" Brother Jue nodded. "… What is your name?"
Feng Bujue did not respond. When Wayne started walking, Brother Jue had already turned around … and started running.
His target was obvious. It was the opening he had opened with his gun.
In terms of speed, Wayne was comparable to a world champion sprinter. However, Feng Bujue's speed was beyond the limits of ordinary people, so … he had to be faster.
In the blink of an eye, Brother Jue ran past the mayor and the two bodyguards. He was so fast that the two bodyguards had no time to react.
At the same time, two bat darts flew out from Wayne's hands. They drew two arcs, bypassing Burnett and the other bodyguards, and went straight for Feng Bujue's back.
"I'll be waiting for you 'there', Batman!"
Just as Brother Jue shouted that, he turned around and leaped out of the building. When he turned around … he used only one hand to catch the two bat darts that were flying at him.
With his other hand, he took out something from his bosom — a flashlight.
In the few tenths of a second before gravity pulled him down, Feng Bujue switched on the flashlight and tossed it into the building through the hole that he had jumped out from.
Then, he fell.
"Ha … hahaha … hahahaha …"
His body was falling, but his maniacal laughter was rising.
His figure quickly disappeared into the night, but his laughter echoed in the building and didn't dissipate for a long time …
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